Flowers for MamaWho can resist?I picked them myselfWith a twist of my wrist.Sweet yellow flowersA vase I will needFor out in the pastureI found this Sneeze-weed!

October roses bloom against the whiteWall of the houseWhere the afternoon sun lingersWhere the brightness is reflectedEven on chilly morningsBuds stir and openCold rain drips from the leavesTill frost browns the pink edges Till a night's wind strews the fragile petalsAfter they have had their autumn day.

Nothing is more pleasing in a child's small hand,More precious than a treasure from a foreign land.,Than an oval chicken's egg found in the waving grass.White as snow, as fragile and as smooth as glass.